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March mumblings
31/03/2004 10:22 pmTwo more hours of miserable March left. Izzie won't be sad to see it go. Strange - reminds me so much of New Year's Eve last year which was also a Wednesday of course and just like then had a big red number in the Gringotts vault.
Just like today it was also pretty gorgeous weather. But unlike then Iz did not go to visit St B or the beach but only managed to get to a cafe 20 mins up the road.
These days Iz works on Wednesday afternoons till 9pm and by then it's too late to go visiting the Min for a free trip to Cyberia to visit all the interesting creatures. But when I seen 3 weeks ago the nasty big lump in the Goblin calendar for pretty much the whole of April - figures -better try put in requests for a few days off to work on assignments. Well that was the theory anyway.
At least I did get the weekly thing due on Thursday evenings finished tonight so Iz can go slinking in search of happy hour sushi tomorrow. But did intend to get rather more of the other projects and thingies done. Must make myself an 'new year's resolution' for tomorrow.
February was fun because it was the last 4 weeks of freedom and had none of the usual scrimping every other week coz Iz cheated and took out extra money along with the goblin fees. But March was back to the same old same old and today was just the very last straw. There is Iz thinking that the only thing between meeee and and St B in the sunshine with nibblies was the silver sickles. Didn't pay the electricity last week and worked out that even before pay day - have already committed 120 of the next sack of sickles to various bills and things - including the electricity.
Bugger this - so finally gave in today and rang the bank to reduce the Izzie house payments from 550 to 500 a fortnight. Should be enough to make the difference.
Since Monday have been a bit of a grumble guts - not sure if it's hormones or what and there is also the possibility that ickle Iz got contaminated by the evil vibes of the creature she calls Jezebel (aka Creepy Caley) at work. Was only thinking - been there nine years nearly and in all that time have only met seven residents and two staff members who give me the collywobbles - like folks who make me feel revolted and disgusted merely at the sight of them. This particular creature has got those eyes like dark tunnels - with the added advantage of also having a possessed and wild look and not only Iz gets the nasty vibes. All the other residents avoid her like the plague and the staff aren't exactly enamoured of her either - but the true litmus test is the CAT. If the cat skiddadles from your presence you are definitely dodgy and of course the cat's favorite lurking spot just happens to be in the room of one of the most gorgeous people that Iz has ever met in her life. She even squishes herself against the bed rails taking up less than half the space because she is worried about squashing the cat who invariably wants to curl up next to her. And just like Izzie she also loves green and wants to wear green dresses every day. She even has several pairs of lime green socks.
One of the house elves asks one of our sweetest cuddliest characters - Wally why he doesn't let 'Jezebel' get into his bed with him (she is often lurking around his room) and he says "Oh I know I'm nice but I'm not THAT nice" Iz nearly died laughing. A man of impeccable taste and standards is our Wally. He is always going around helping folks and trying to sneak into the staff room to snatch the nice nibblies like sweets and things. He was recently spotted in there munching peanut butter with a spoon out of the jar.
Izzie already has three fairy godmothers - think it's just about time to add a fairy godfather too.
It is so so funny - some people are just so basically beautiful gentle souls all the way to the bone and he is one of them. Just to see them cheers you up instantly and then there's others the exact opposite. It's not true that beauty is skin deep and ugly goes to the bone - and there are certain people Iz thinks of instantly when hearing that saying - but real beauty is in the bones too - every single itsie bitsie teenie weenie cell.
But I guess being tired and hungry and broke with a pile of goblin assignments coming out of one's ears is not exactly conducive to being a happy little serpent and Izzie was feeling very very hissy today.
Especially when walking past the petrol station when I had to stop suddenly because a low life lump of mudblood filth with the belief that not only do the road rules not apply in car parks but certainly not to 4 wheel drives. This bitch just went tearing out the driveway as if she owned the road - totally oblivious to the fact that there is a pedestrian footpath between the car park and the main street and Izzie just happened to be walking on it. Only for Izzies inherent suspicion and deep distrust of these foul four wheeled beasts - was within two cat's whiskers of being wiped into oblivion by this bitch.
These sad bunch of pathetic PAJEROS (What a damn bloody good name for a 4wd - but the dickheads are too dumb to know just exactly what it means)seem to be breeding and swarming like a plague of locusts.
Four weeks ago was almost tempted to take a hammer to a particularly pathetic pajero parked in the local shopping centre. It had the most gigantic bull bars with a sticker saying "Ban stupid pedestrians not bullbars" Iz can just imagine the puny creature behind the wheel of this specimen - probably the sort of turd who drives with a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Who needs manners when they are a ten ton truck?
I gave up driving years ago because I found it utterly exhausting. You got to have ten pairs of eyes and the constant vigilance was just too much of a sensory overloaded for this introverted serpent. Iz was always aware that you not only take your own life in your hands when you get behind the wheel but you are at risk of harming lots of other people too and you should never ever forget it. And that was way way too much responsibility for ickle Iz.
Iz doesn't care if these arrogant filthy scum smash their sad skulls into some lamp post. Good riddance and a wonderful improvement to the gene pool. But when their smug superiority up there in their suburban assault vehicles looking down on the rest of us while tearing out of driveways while phoning their stockbrokers results in them knocking over some kid who they couldn't see or squashing some little sedan to a pulp while they get a bruise on their toes - that's when Izzie starts spouting steam.
If I was in the Ministry of Finance, I'd tax these foul beasts at least 5,000 a year for insurance and vehicle registration and that would only begin to compensate for the injuries and misery they cause to the other long suffering road users.
Just like today it was also pretty gorgeous weather. But unlike then Iz did not go to visit St B or the beach but only managed to get to a cafe 20 mins up the road.
These days Iz works on Wednesday afternoons till 9pm and by then it's too late to go visiting the Min for a free trip to Cyberia to visit all the interesting creatures. But when I seen 3 weeks ago the nasty big lump in the Goblin calendar for pretty much the whole of April - figures -better try put in requests for a few days off to work on assignments. Well that was the theory anyway.
At least I did get the weekly thing due on Thursday evenings finished tonight so Iz can go slinking in search of happy hour sushi tomorrow. But did intend to get rather more of the other projects and thingies done. Must make myself an 'new year's resolution' for tomorrow.
February was fun because it was the last 4 weeks of freedom and had none of the usual scrimping every other week coz Iz cheated and took out extra money along with the goblin fees. But March was back to the same old same old and today was just the very last straw. There is Iz thinking that the only thing between meeee and and St B in the sunshine with nibblies was the silver sickles. Didn't pay the electricity last week and worked out that even before pay day - have already committed 120 of the next sack of sickles to various bills and things - including the electricity.
Bugger this - so finally gave in today and rang the bank to reduce the Izzie house payments from 550 to 500 a fortnight. Should be enough to make the difference.
Since Monday have been a bit of a grumble guts - not sure if it's hormones or what and there is also the possibility that ickle Iz got contaminated by the evil vibes of the creature she calls Jezebel (aka Creepy Caley) at work. Was only thinking - been there nine years nearly and in all that time have only met seven residents and two staff members who give me the collywobbles - like folks who make me feel revolted and disgusted merely at the sight of them. This particular creature has got those eyes like dark tunnels - with the added advantage of also having a possessed and wild look and not only Iz gets the nasty vibes. All the other residents avoid her like the plague and the staff aren't exactly enamoured of her either - but the true litmus test is the CAT. If the cat skiddadles from your presence you are definitely dodgy and of course the cat's favorite lurking spot just happens to be in the room of one of the most gorgeous people that Iz has ever met in her life. She even squishes herself against the bed rails taking up less than half the space because she is worried about squashing the cat who invariably wants to curl up next to her. And just like Izzie she also loves green and wants to wear green dresses every day. She even has several pairs of lime green socks.
One of the house elves asks one of our sweetest cuddliest characters - Wally why he doesn't let 'Jezebel' get into his bed with him (she is often lurking around his room) and he says "Oh I know I'm nice but I'm not THAT nice" Iz nearly died laughing. A man of impeccable taste and standards is our Wally. He is always going around helping folks and trying to sneak into the staff room to snatch the nice nibblies like sweets and things. He was recently spotted in there munching peanut butter with a spoon out of the jar.
Izzie already has three fairy godmothers - think it's just about time to add a fairy godfather too.
It is so so funny - some people are just so basically beautiful gentle souls all the way to the bone and he is one of them. Just to see them cheers you up instantly and then there's others the exact opposite. It's not true that beauty is skin deep and ugly goes to the bone - and there are certain people Iz thinks of instantly when hearing that saying - but real beauty is in the bones too - every single itsie bitsie teenie weenie cell.
But I guess being tired and hungry and broke with a pile of goblin assignments coming out of one's ears is not exactly conducive to being a happy little serpent and Izzie was feeling very very hissy today.
Especially when walking past the petrol station when I had to stop suddenly because a low life lump of mudblood filth with the belief that not only do the road rules not apply in car parks but certainly not to 4 wheel drives. This bitch just went tearing out the driveway as if she owned the road - totally oblivious to the fact that there is a pedestrian footpath between the car park and the main street and Izzie just happened to be walking on it. Only for Izzies inherent suspicion and deep distrust of these foul four wheeled beasts - was within two cat's whiskers of being wiped into oblivion by this bitch.
These sad bunch of pathetic PAJEROS (What a damn bloody good name for a 4wd - but the dickheads are too dumb to know just exactly what it means)seem to be breeding and swarming like a plague of locusts.
Four weeks ago was almost tempted to take a hammer to a particularly pathetic pajero parked in the local shopping centre. It had the most gigantic bull bars with a sticker saying "Ban stupid pedestrians not bullbars" Iz can just imagine the puny creature behind the wheel of this specimen - probably the sort of turd who drives with a cigarette in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Who needs manners when they are a ten ton truck?
I gave up driving years ago because I found it utterly exhausting. You got to have ten pairs of eyes and the constant vigilance was just too much of a sensory overloaded for this introverted serpent. Iz was always aware that you not only take your own life in your hands when you get behind the wheel but you are at risk of harming lots of other people too and you should never ever forget it. And that was way way too much responsibility for ickle Iz.
Iz doesn't care if these arrogant filthy scum smash their sad skulls into some lamp post. Good riddance and a wonderful improvement to the gene pool. But when their smug superiority up there in their suburban assault vehicles looking down on the rest of us while tearing out of driveways while phoning their stockbrokers results in them knocking over some kid who they couldn't see or squashing some little sedan to a pulp while they get a bruise on their toes - that's when Izzie starts spouting steam.
If I was in the Ministry of Finance, I'd tax these foul beasts at least 5,000 a year for insurance and vehicle registration and that would only begin to compensate for the injuries and misery they cause to the other long suffering road users.
